Don’t know if I was too excited or too nervous, but I couldn’t sleep or eat. It’s not as bad as it sounds until you’re at the gate about to board your flight and you’re hungry. As you can see I’m a bit afraid of flying, but once I’m in the air I start to calm down. Despite the nausea I love to travel, so I get this feeling like I’m walking on air every time I get to the airport. Going through all these lines is annoying, but I’m so focused on the fact that every minute that passes by is another minute closer to my destination. I am pretty much flying alone, I haven’t made a friend with anyone in my program YET.
I keep daydreaming about my arrival to Mexico City and Oaxaca. I wonder if it will be anything like Colombia, it makes me start to feel nostalgic actually. I visited Puerto Rico over the spring break and I’m not sure if all Latin American countries have this feeling, it’s difficult to describe. Maybe it’s their shared histories, but there is something about it that makes me feel at home. I think because of this realization I’ll feel more comfortable and not as shocked at the change in culture. Maybe it’s too soon to speak.
Along with a picture I am going to share a song I feel captures what I feel or comforts me. The lyrics will not always necessarily do so, but the music will.
Song: Parking Lot – Anderson Paak